Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it. - Markus Zusak

Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

"He stood a few meters from the step and spoke with great conviction, great joy.
"Alles ist Scheisse," he announced.
All is shit."